Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.